Song of Xothar

Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
You have no power!
You have no power!
Begone!
Begone!
  I woke from a dream to a rumble of thunder not heard but perceived from within;
A feeling inside that just can't be denied says the countdown is soon to begin!
  But in the darkest hour, the human spirit sings ancient songs of thee.
The Grohlim will gather to worship their master. He's promised them they will be free!
  Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
You have no power here.
Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
You have no power here.
You have no power; you have no power here!
You have no power; you have no power here!
Begone!
  We speak with the voice of tormented souls crying, "This war that you make is not ours;
you sit at the left hand of TongueEater lying seducing with hypnotic powers!
  But now your stone-cold heart has started crumbling. A song has risen free;
and we shall not stop with the laughter and singing 'til you have been swept to the sea!
  Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
You have no power here.
Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
You have no power here.
You have no power, you have no power here!
You have no power, you have no power here!
Begone!
  We run with the spirit that moves through all Nycos. The hearts of the Grohlim are whole;
you can't be harmed, though Yarlem must Swarm; two spirits they must learn to control.
  When every "Man" has finally found the courage to face himself and fight,
the chains will be broken, the doors will burst open and we shall know the power their MIGHT!
Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
You have no power here.
Begone, Prince of Tyrchun!
You have no power here.
You have no power, you have no power here!
You have no power, you have no power here!
Begone!